Present for trinityvixen

[jethrien]

Trinityvixen wanted a Star Wars fanfic for Christmas, specifically a conversation between Leia and R2D2, with the prompts "envy" and "memory".

TV - Sorry, had somewhat of a dearth of inspiration here. It's nowhere near as clever as last year's. I tried, though.

Everyone else - nothing brilliant here, move along, move along.


Leia sighed. “No, Artoo, I don’t know where Luke is.”
The little astromech beeped mournfully.
“Is there something I can do for you, instead?” Less than a week on Hoth, and she was already restless. Her skills weren’t exactly in high demand right now, and it wasn’t helping that her friends were also getting testy. Forced to stay inside by the frigid conditions outdoors, tempers were beginning to wear thin.
Artoo whistled out a long explanation. Leia did her best to follow – something about the Falcon, and a hydrospanner, and Han. She sighed.
“Let me get this straight – Han was tinkering with the Falcon again, and managed to break something, and he and Chewbacca need a third set of hands to fix it.”
The droid interrupted.
“No, I’m sure that’s not what he said, but it’s what he meant, isn’t it?”
A raspberry confirmed her suspicions.
“And he needs Luke why?”
She had to interrupt the rambling recounting of Han’s complaints.
“Basically, he doesn’t trust anyone to touch his baby, but he distrusts Luke less.”
Artoo agreed.
“Fine. Let me see I can find him.”
The two made their way through the corridors of ice. The droid chirped a question.
“No, I haven’t noticed anything odd between Luke and Han recently. What do you mean?”
The response was coy.
“I should know what?”
An innocent whistle.
“Envious of Luke? Artoo, I don’t know what you’re talking about…of me and Luke? That’s ridiculous!”
Artoo chirped.
“No, there’s nothing going on between me and Luke!...no, there’s nothing going on between me and Han, either!”
The little droid warbled.
“Yes, of course, I’m grateful to them both for destroying the Death Star…yes, and also for rescuing me.”
Her companion beeped triumphantly.
“Yes, and I also have a distinct memory of having to take charge of my own rescue to keep them from getting us all captured again. I think we’re even.”
A query.
“No, the point is that gratitude doesn’t mean I’m…”
Artoo chirped rudely.
“He said what?”
Leia stopped abruptly, and then turned on her heel. Artoo scurried after her back towards the hangars.
“That arrogant, ungrateful, scheming, reckless…”
She scooped up a handful of snow on her way by one of the unfinished tunnels.
“…flea-bitten, greasy, cowardly…”
Han looked up at her approach. He pushed the goggles back on his forehead. “Well, hello, Princess.”
Years of weapons training had perfected Leia’s aim. The snowball hit the smuggler perfectly across the face.
He blinked ice crystals out of his eyelashes as she stormed back across the hangar. He asked plaintively, “What’d I do?”
Artoo whistled innocently.

Comments

[lyriendel.livejournal.com]

Tee hee hee! Awww, Artoo. So cute.